Dusk Sky

Sky tumultuous
layers of clouds upon clouds
stack up like mountains
wisps of whites stack in front
streaks of pink against blue sky

I love clouds, love circling
around them in a plane
without mountains in Florida
clouds are my mountains
again and again

Photos

Photos

Photos capture

what otherwise might be missed

except once there were only words

and visions we held in our heads

I love having photos

I imagine the words to match

Logjams

Logjams

My life is a logjam

difficult to find sense

communing when 

synapses fail

plaques and tangles

logjam connections

struggles ensue

In the Overall

I had words in my head

to address the overall

he interrupted thought

said, “What about him if

I don’t take care of me?”

He is right as it is about

having a child again

complete responsibility

for someone else who 

depends upon me. 

In the overall is demand

and I am swimming away

from the octopus sucking

me down a dark crevasse

I had words in my head.

   

Lunch With Susan

Lunch with Susan

“You have free will,” she said.

“I do?”  “I do,” I said, a new

phenomenon for my way of 

living my life cowed by him

who tells me how it is

how it will be forever and ever

in his threatening voice and

facial grimaces and I wonder

at me and how I have endured

this for what seems like forever

still, I cower, I am at fault

for I never should have allowed

the cowing bowing down to him

I have free will, she said so.

I Feel

I Feel

I feel

round

fecund

growing

glowing

owning

I feel

I Want Him To Go To Bed

I Want Him to Go To Bed

I can’t be me when he is awake

I am who he thinks I am and yet

I disappoint him all the time for I

am not who he wants and yet he

tells me I am beautiful and smart

and how cherished I am until I 

open my mouth 

I want him to go to bed so I can

relax and be me to do whatever I do

as me whatever I am that disturbs

him and disturbs me because of him

I hope he really is in bed asleep

I hope I have the energy to be me

I am so tired now from interaction

with him it is always about him

it is always about how he is right

it is about “Quiet, I was talking!”

I try to interject while not interrupting

but the interjection is seen so and then

I want him to go to bed though I will

have to creep around to be me